The night did not feel like any other. The sun had set a few hours ago. The air was cool. The wind would blow, every so often, mixing up the leaves that lay on the ground.
The crickets chirp every other minute with an occasional frog here and there. The wind blows again, this time harder. Laves lift and move with me across the sidewalk. Every five minutes someone passes by. A quick nod and small smile, then they are gone. I don't know who they were or where they are going.
Turn around.
They are gone. It's getting colder. Hands in pockets and head down to the ground watching feet move across the earth.
A light flickers off; then on; then off again just as I pass. The clock tower strikes 12. The clouds cover up the full moon. 1... 2... 3... Another person. Smile. Nod. Move on. 6... 7... The wind again. This time it is warm. Hands come out of my pockets. 10... A frog. 11... Leaves fall to the ground. 12.
I reach the steps. It is silent. As I fumble for my keys, I hear a voice behind me.
"Jon. I followed you."
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